The ocean reverberates the meaning of “majestic” emptiness which again you brought to shed light in the depiction of an “empty road,” which has a familiar tone to it. In your familiar surrounding of having only an empty road to look for, your emptiness has this brooding mystery entailed with it by the depiction of the ocean…it makes the emotional part of it in a “helpless” state.

Severed anchors set adrift
Alone, alive, but left with this
A hollow shell–a silent hell
The starless night decries my wish

Give me melodies and song
My heart to heal; my shivers calm
Encased in steel, on quiet wheels
Within to dwell until the dawn

My car has been my refuge so many times. Parking lots are perfect stages for dramas we cannot act out in public. Speaking into the emptiness of the interior, I have often discovered feelings I can only set free there. Brilliant work